At the outer edge of the Milky Way Galaxy Outer Arm.
The stars here were sparse. After more than a dozen Level Six Civilizations had conducted massive extraction operations, vast empty regions had been left behind. Aside from a few Hydrogen Molecular Clouds dispersed during resource extraction, there was almost nothing left.
Darkness and nothingness were the main themes of this starfield.
Yet in such an environment, fourteen enormous fleets hovered silently across the Void.
After more than a century of large-scale extraction, the fourteen civilizations had finally refilled their transport ships and completed their fleet formations. Every civilization had pointed its fleet toward the deep Void.
Each of the fourteen civilizations possessed no fewer than eighty billion ships—a truly immense scale. After completing their final resource replenishment, the fourteen fleets slowly approached one another while maintaining a certain distance, gathering within an area roughly one light-year across to make their final departure formation.
The direct communication range of a Level Six Civilization was around twenty light-years, so gathering together also made communication more convenient.
A light-year was an enormous unit. Even if hundreds of billions of ships gathered within a single light-year, it would not feel crowded.
Ahead lay the Void; behind them were the stars. At the very edge of those stars stood fourteen gleaming silver fleets. They looked like countless sails and ships moored in a harbor.
At this moment, the leaders and delegations of the fourteen civilizations were holding a meeting in the Network Conference Room of the shared network. It was their final exchange before departure.
The meeting appeared to be nearing its end, but some civilizations seemed to have more to say.
The Network Conference Room was not large, but it was divided into fourteen sections. Each section contained things familiar to its respective